G.O.D. (Game of Death)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Black is happening
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Black is happening
The God born in a manger where the bangers rep sets
Where the clappers think I'm trappin' 'cause my sneakers so fresh
Where they vote for who the GOAT and who the absolute best
Oh, they think you niggas dope 'cause they ain't heard the God yet
See the God born in a manger where the bangers rep sets
Where the clappers think I'm trappin' 'cause my sneakers so fresh
Where they vote for who the GOAT and who the absolute best
Oh, they think you niggas dope 'cause they ain't heard the God yet
Couple stacks, passport, couple firearms
I ain't tryna do nobody harm
I got babies to get home to
Shit, my pastor pack chrome too
Keep it real, let 'em know the deal
What the fuck else I'm supposed to do? (Tell me)
Savages be on they nigga shit
Ignorance, but I got immune to it (Ha)
Plus my seeds become scientists
Really, my sons are fuckin' scientists (Oh, yes)
See, we descended from some higher shit (That's right)
This labor farmer and his congregates
But that's besides what the topic is
Gods of the promises, who cares if Obama cares? (Who the fuck cares?)
No, I am not a black apologist (Never been)
And if you God, who what the knowledge is?
That flag ain't matchin' with your outfit (Nah, it ain't)
Thug swag, I'm glad Lord Jamar outed it (You heard)
But let's get back to the point and purpose
Of why I draw mist to the surface
Like these swift and tangible currents
Then distill it back to the Earth
In contradiction of all your worthless
Servin' the cursed merchant churches
Who have done gotta rate this service
Earth is spinnin' out of course
What I'm spittin' out, of course
You will resist at first 'cause force (You always do)
And every measure meets resistance
Until everything in existence
Tell you shut the fuck up and listen
This was written on a sword
You're called him Venus as a boy
You'll swear you've heard this shit before
But it's so much more than mere manure
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Black is happening
The God born in a manger where the bangers rep sets
Where the clappers think I'm trappin' 'cause my sneakers so fresh
Where they vote for who the GOAT and who the absolute best
Oh, they think you niggas dope 'cause they ain't heard the God yet
See the God born in a manger where the bangers rep sets
Where the clappers think I'm trappin' 'cause my sneakers so fresh
Where they vote for who the GOAT and who the absolute best
Oh, they think you niggas dope 'cause they ain't heard the God yet
I'm the furthest thing from a rapper
MCs believe these Gs been here after
These Eves conceived C's so we'll be here after
All this nigga shit done run its course
Ain't no monkeys left to decorate these crackers' corpses
Times of war, you best believe I bring the swords and torches
We all bleed, the king sees can be reduced to orphans
The same violence is the ebb and flow of love and war
You love yours, but I'm convinced I love mines more
Fightin' positions what this off the grid rhymes for
Non-gods, civilized, no concubines or whores
Livin' scripture, prince of prophets
Now it's chapter four (Talk to 'em)
This shit ain't ever been 'bout no lyrics
How the fuck does a queen give birth to niglets? (That's right)
Oh, that's them European conditionings
Tellin' you everything ain't everything
So you submit to the downward spiral
Pathologies you breed go viral
Psychology, MP survival
While you bow and droop
But I'll be enemies surround and confound you
You believe shit 'cause it sound true
And that's 'bout what it boils down to
See, you were lost until I found you
God born in a manger where the bangers rep sets
Where the clappers think I'm trappin' 'cause my sneakers so fresh
Yeah, lot of rappers don't be sayin' shit (No, they don't)
Am I the only rapper sayin' this? (Yes, I am)
They fear they white fans ain't gon' pay 'em shit (Ha)
They fear that white man ain't gon'
Make 'em rich (Ain't that the truth)
They leave they black fans in ignorance (All the time)
You know, actin' all nigga-ish, clappin' indiscriminate
Target missed the crazy shit, nothin'
But some babies hit (Motherfuckers)
Shot up a funeral today, they did (Fucked up)
And I hate the hater shit they paint us with
Seems like every time I rhyme, address they shit
They be like, "Ayo, who these haters is?" (Don't hate the player)
When foolishness gettin' rewarded
Finance marketed and employed it
Wisdom's useless and its truth is
Indiscriminately discarded (Ain't that a bitch)
But I accept this as an artist (I accept)
'Cause your shit ain't hip-hop if it's corporate (It really ain't)
So says the soul sonic forces (You heard)
So says the reaper to these corpses
Black is happening
The God born in a manger where the bangers rep sets
Where the clappers think I'm trappin' 'cause my sneakers so fresh
Where they vote for who the GOAT and who the absolute best
Oh, they think you niggas dope 'cause they ain't heard the God yet
See the God born in a manger where the bangers rep sets
Where the clappers think I'm trappin' 'cause my sneakers so fresh
Where they vote for who the GOAT and who the absolute best
Oh, they think you niggas dope 'cause they ain't heard the God yet